The moon a burning sun,
reddish in the Eastern sky
rising, Mars-tinted Venus
the silent herald's cry,
its full orb a glowing omen,
the lustful cry unspoken.

Anticipation now awakened,
and my eye blinks
in conscious realization as my mind thinks.
A palpitation in my heart reaching the brink
of hope and love and lust.
Will it all be traced in dust at the end?

I now the restless child
of that stern, hard Mother, Fate
and solemn, stone-still Saturn,
the two who ever make us wait
to see what love and life and time will bring
- the sweet nectar of love or a bitter sting.